Free Story – My Wife, Her BFF, and Me

I thought their little pussy party meant my marriage was over—but the fun was just beginning.

Debbie’s warm, naked ass pressed lightly against my thigh as she slept. As the morning sun slipped into our bedroom, I thought about the party the night before.

The party was in full swing. People were loosening up and going their separate ways. I started looking for my wife Debbie, but after half an hour, I still hadn’t found her. Then I tried outside.

I noticed something in our car that was parked near the bushes in the driveway. I crept behind the car, thinking that Debbie was in there with another dude.

She was there all right, but not with another guy. She was with Claire. In the weak light from the porch, I could see Claire’s legs up on the seat spread wide, as she gently pumped her snatch into my wife’s face.

I stood there like a zombie under a full moon, unable to move or even think. A passing car’s headlights lit the scene for me, and Claire’s eyes met mine. Her face went stone cold, but she didn’t alert Debbie, who kept lapping at Claire’s pussy.

I was brought around when I heard a friend of mine walking toward me. I quickly left, joined him, and rejoined the party. I bantered and joked, but my mind was dwelling on what I’d just seen in the car.

Minutes later, I saw Claire weaving through the crowded living room, making her way toward me with a drink in her hand. Knowing that her pussy was drenched with my wife’s saliva made me hard, but I was also mad as hell. Fuckin’ Claire would turn my wife into a lesbian if I let her.

Claire asked me how I felt. I let her know right away. “Get the hell out of here, okay?” I sneered.

“I want you to know I didn’t tell Debbie,” she said. “That’s up to you, I think.”

“Real cute,” I replied.”

“Look, Jerry. What’s done is done. You can either hit your head on a wall or try to listen for once.”

“Beat it,” I said coldly.

“Let’s talk, huh? Come with me upstairs, and we’ll settle this right now, okay?”

So we went upstairs. Claire was going to straighten me out, and I was ready to lay her out. She led me into a small bedroom and locked the door.

I sat on the window ledge, and she paced the floor as she filled me in on an affair that had started in college. She didn’t change my mind all the time she talked. I was dead-set against it and was going to drop the hammer when I got Debbie home.

Claire finally realized I wasn’t going to let this little pussy party go on. And then I could see tears in the corners of her eyes, like a kid knowing her favorite toy had been taken away. She left quietly.

I strutted out into the hallway and saw Debbie trying to calm Claire down. But then Claire turned and saw me and bolted down the steps. I grabbed Debbie’s arm and glared at her. She complained I was hurting her, but I held on. I wouldn’t tell Debbie what had gone on, but I warned her we had some talking to do. We left in a few minutes and drove home without saying a word.

When we got home, Debbie called Claire, but there was no answer. Then I sat Debbie down on the couch. I barraged her with all that Claire had told me, including how they’d started by feeling each other up at pajama parties in college.

When I finished my attack, I felt relieved. It had hurt to find Debbie with Claire, but I think I was even more hurt knowing Debbie had kept this secret from me for the three years we’d been married. I had never guessed, or even suspected, that Claire and Debbie were lezzie lovers. I flopped into the recliner and thought about my wife fucking another woman.

I was still stunned, but the anger was gone. Debbie started to talk very slowly in that syrupy Southern voice of hers, telling me that she would do anything for me except push Claire away from her. I got out of the recliner and sat next to her. I kissed her. I didn’t know how to fix things up. Was my marriage over?

“I love you,” Debbie whispered, “and no one will get between us.” I woke up the next morning, looking over at my beautiful wife sleeping like a kitten. The phone rang then, and naked, I staggered to answer it. It was Claire. When she heard my voice, she froze until I told her it was all right now. I even apologized the night before. We chatted like lovers making up, and Claire opened up to me.

“Jerry, Debbie, and I have been friends forever. I don’t know what you’re thinking right now, but just because you married Debbie doesn’t mean you own her. And believe me, we’re not hurting anyone. I think you’re the only one who’s gonna hurt somebody,” she said. And then she reminded me, “C’mon, Jerry, who helped patch things up after your engagement party, huh?”

It was true. Claire had always been our friend, though always more Debbie’s than mine. It had never occurred to me that there was more to it, though. Well, live and learn; cry and forgive. I had to start accepting things for what they were, even if it was another woman’s tongue in my wife’s pussy.

Then the strangest thing happened. As I talked with her, my dick started to spring back to life.

When Debbie came out of the bedroom, she looked at me and gave me an inquisitive look. I handed her the phone, and she grabbed my stiff dick.

As she talked to Claire, she rubbed my cock. She sat down on the couch, talking to Claire, and held my cock at eye level. When Claire was talking, she licked and sucked on my cock.

She did this for five minutes until I said to hell with it all, and started ramming my dick into her mouth. Debbie’s yelps and squeals were forced back down her throat with each thrust. God only knows what Claire was thinking. Then I heard Claire saying, “Debbie, Debbie, what’s going on?!”

Debbie took my cock out of her mouth and told Claire, ‘‘I’m sucking Jerry’s dick,” and hung up.

After that, the day moved more routinely. At about four, Debbie got dressed and went shopping, while I sat around taking it easy, as usual, on a Saturday afternoon.

The phone rang again, and it was Claire. This time she and I had a nice, long chat. The result of it was that I invited Claire over for a big Sunday dinner. She accepted and promised to bring over dessert.

Claire arrived dressed in a modest blue skirt and white top. Immediately, she and Debbie barricaded themselves in the kitchen, leaving me to the Law & Order marathon on TV. Then I snuck up to the door; I wanted to know what was going on. What were they pulling now? Besides the usual clanking of pots, I heard them talking about me.

“Tell me the truth. You were really blowing him when I was on the phone?”

They giggled. “If you had a man like Jerry, you wouldn’t be so upset all the time,” Debbie told her.

Quiet. Then they were whispering. I couldn’t hear.

“I couldn’t ask. Maybe, it’d just start on its own …”

More whisperings. The words I made out as they whispered spelled one thing to me and one thing only. I returned to the TV.

Debbie came out and sat on the couch with a drink, saying that dinner would be ready in an hour or so, because Claire was in the kitchen working on her surprise dessert for us.

Debbie made Claire and me sit at the table while she brought out the meal. And what do you know, she spilled the whole bowl of buttered peas over Claire’s blouse and skirt. My Debbie “panicked,” as planned, tried to clean Claire off, but finally admitted defeat. Debbie brought Claire to the bedroom to find her something to wear.

Claire came out after Debbie in Debbie’s red silk robe. From the way the robe clung to her and the way her titties swayed as she walked, I would have guessed that everything underneath had come off. I knew I would have been right.

During dinner, Claire’s robe loosened up quite a bit. Every time she stretched out her arm, I could see her large, fleshy tits. And when she laughed, one breast popped out, but she quickly covered up again.

I went to take a leak while Claire was getting the strawberry shortcake. Debbie stood by the door watching me as I pulled out a semi-hard cock and tried like hell to piss. Debbie demanded to know why I had a hard-on over her friend. I just explained that Claire’s tits were all over the place and anyone could see every ripple of her skin through that silk robe. Debbie, so to speak, bought it and asked if I really found her attractive. Of course, I said yes.

She closed the bathroom door as she came in. As I zipped up, she hugged me. I looked down into those dark brown eyes and gave her a very sexy kiss. “Jerry, if you want her, I wouldn’t stop you. I wouldn’t be angry or get pissed. I know you too well to be jealous. And besides, she’s my best friend.”

We both walked out and sat back down at the table just as Claire brought the dessert out. She served Debbie first, and then walked over to me. As she bent over in front of me, those large breasts swung in front of my eyes as the robe billowed free. I was tempted to untie the belt and get a better look. I restrained myself.

Claire leaned closer as I marveled at the ripe tits before me. She sat down, and we ate quickly. Then Debbie started cleaning up. Claire offered to help, but Debbie said no and suggested that Claire sit in the living room. When Claire got up, the robe opened, revealing her naked body, and she didn’t try to close it. She just stood there with her legs slightly apart, letting me get a good look at her.

My eyes were held captive by her thin blonde triangle and those full, firm hips. But her breasts were a sight to see—top-heavy but perfectly round, they jutted out from her chest and curved upward, where two large reddish nipples pointed skyward. She looked me up and down, giving the lump between my legs extra scrutiny.

She followed me into the living room. I sat on the couch and stretched out to give my cock some room to grow. Claire came in behind me, slipped the robe off her shoulders, and stood naked before me. I could come just thinking about that sight.

I didn’t waste any more time. I hopped to my feet and tore off my pants. Claire helped with my shirt, and I finally got my hands on those tits of hers. The smell of her was overwhelmingly sweet from her perfume, those strawberries, and the pungent scent of her pussy.

Claire bolted for the couch and lay on her back. Spreading her legs wide apart, she massaged the engorged lips of her inflamed cunt. Before I could lunge in, she bucked her hips up at me and swallowed my cock inside her cunt. It was a valley of hot and juicy ecstasy.

At that moment, I heard Debbie calling for Claire to come into the kitchen. Though I knew the score, I still froze, but Claire held my face in her hands and told me it was all right. We were doing what we were supposed to be doing.

Debbie kept calling, and then Claire told her she couldn’t come just yet; she was swamped. “Jerry’s fucking me!”

Debbie ran into the living room and blurted out, “Oh, my!”

I pushed my cock inside Claire all the way and craned my neck around to see Debbie. “Honey, why don’t you take off your clothes and join Claire and me? I want to fuck you too.”

Claire urged Debbie to hurry, and then started screwing herself on my cock with her powerful hips. Her muscled cunt sucked my cock deeper and deeper with each demanding stroke. As Claire did this, I sucked on her nipples.

Then I felt Debbie kneeling behind me, massaging my back in rhythm with my deep plunges into her girlfriend’s pussy. Debbie’s hand then trailed down my back, over my ass, and down around to my balls. Claire spread her legs apart wider, and Debbie’s hand lifted my balls away from Claire’s damp ass. Debbie massaged my aching nuts and rubbed my shaft as it emerged from within Claire’s hot cunt.

I was going to come, but wanted to hold back until Claire did. I wanted to watch her pretty face as she orgasmed, but Debbie had other thoughts.

I felt Debbie leave. I called for her, but heard nothing. Suddenly, a warm, wet tongue began to lick my balls. Debbie lifted my nuts away from Claire’s crack and started tonguing my cock on the upstrokes. Then, with one huge lunge, I buried my cock in her as far as it could go and shot my load.

Claire’s reaction was electric. As I came, her own orgasm took her. She rocketed around my cock, clawed at my back, and screamed, “Fuck me!”

We lay there panting as Debbie’s hands gently massaged and tickled our swollen parts, spreading our juices down our thighs. I turned around to my wife and pulled her to me. I kissed her long and lovingly. I looked at Claire and smiled, kissing her. Then I pulled out of Claire’s pussy and sat Debbie down between Claire’s legs.

“It’s your turn, honey. Claire’s all yours now.”

But instead of jumping Claire, she jumped me. She reached around my neck and pulled me to her. Her slippery tongue probed my mouth as her gentle hand grabbed my cock. With slow, tantalizing strokes, she brought me off. My cum gushed over her tight fist.

I again prompted her to help Claire, who’d been gazing in amazement at the scene between her legs. Debbie got on top of Claire, and the two women slowly rubbed their titties together. Debbie smeared my cum over Claire’s mouth and lapped it up.

Claire’s fingers were busy with Debbie’s swollen cunt, and soon were plunging wildly in and out of her. Debbie came in a burst of rapid-fire spasms, as she mashed her pubic bone against Claire’s. When Debbie had recovered, the two of them sat up arm-in-arm on the couch. Then they invited me to sit between them.

As I sat between my wife and her best friend, I was acutely aware of the change from my anger at my wife’s love affair with Claire only two days ago to now, when I realized that there was room in our lives for another loving person and sex partner.

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